Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Say it again,” I whispered back.
He smiled a little wider and placed his hands along my cheeks. “You’re my Daddy.”
Damn fucking right.
I dipped down and kissed him slowly. “One day soon, I’m gonna take every inch of your little body, sweetheart.”
He sucked in a breath and locked his arms around my neck. “I want that so much.”
“Me too.” I kissed him deeper, tasting him, feeling him underneath me… “If James is lucky, he can watch.”
I felt James’s eyes on me every day at work. He was waiting. I hadn’t even touched him yet, but fuck if I didn’t want to get him down on his knees before me. To see what made him tick, to get a sense of which buttons I could push, and to expose the darkest corners of his mind.
Jordan moaned and tried to pull me down on him, but we knew how that would go. We’d both end up frustrated as fuck, and while I could take it, it was unfair to him. I just had this mental—and physical—block that wouldn’t let me take things too far. I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to. Not yet. Not until I knew where Nathan stood. So I slowed things down and inched away a bit.
“No, not yet,” Jordan whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I couldn’t fucking describe what it did to me when I heard him call me Daddy. It was as if, all of a sudden, I was ten feet tall, armed to my teeth to protect, and ready to build him a blanket fort all at once.
“Mmm, remember what I said we’d do before James got here?” I forced myself to ease back altogether. Jordan looked down between us and licked his lips. “You were gonna show Daddy your homework,” I told him.
It was part of our getting to know each other’s desires and boundaries better.
“Ohhhh,” he whined and rolled toward the table. He reached for his little notebook. I’d gotten it for him the other day so he could keep everything in one place. It went without saying that it had little birds on it. “Okay. But don’t forget we’re gonna make James jealous, all right?”
I chuckled and sat down again. “I won’t forget.”
The only rule I’d given James was that if nobody answered the door when he knocked, he should use the spare key I’d given him.
He’d accepted the key with embarrassment, awkwardness, and desire written all over him.
Feeling too uncomfortable in jeans, I pushed them down and kicked them off. Then I hauled my tee over my head too.
Jordan chewed on the corner of his lip while failing to be discreet with his side-eye.
This was gonna be fun.
“Start reading the first list, li’l popcorn,” I said, patting my thigh.
He took the hint and quickly crawled up to sit sideways across my lap.
I loved how eager he was and that he seemed to thrive on touch.
If Nathan gave me another chance, we could wreck this boy together. I was sure of it. I pictured us together every day now, it seemed. The possibilities. Uniting our kinks—bondage, pain, our dominance, Nate’s love for obedience, my love for hell-raising under the Daddy/brat umbrella… And humiliation, which I knew Nate had fantasized about a great deal.
“Okay, so this is the list of snacks you asked me to write down,” he said. “I couldn’t decide between PB and J sandwiches and Nutella and banana, so they both went on the list. With crusts cut off, of course.”
“Of course,” I echoed. “And these are the snacks you like when you come home from work, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I made a separate list for my favorite breakfasts.”
“Perfect.” With our being neighbors, I thought this would be a great way to stay in touch outside of playtime. When family life took precedence, I still wanted to show Jordan he was on my mind, and texting wasn’t always good enough. But by sending over a snack with a note or ordering him breakfast here and there, I hoped he’d feel my care. That was important to me. And snacks and breakfasts were meals Jordan and James didn’t have together, for the most part. At least not during the workweek.
“I also love sourdough crackers with garlic hummus, popcorn, grapes—the really big seedless ones—baby carrots, mini muffins, and Bagel Bites.”
I smiled and undid the little flap at the bottom of his onesie. “I’m a sucker for Bagel Bites too. And those sourdough crackers sound good. Do you have a favorite brand?”
“I’ll send you all the screenshots,” he promised me. Then he startled a little when I snuck a hand underneath the fabric to feel his bottom. All smooth, small, and perfect. Fuck me, I couldn’t wait to see it marked with bruises and welts. “Um, last but not least, milk and cereal, but that would be difficult for you to send me.”